Potato
By Jonel Abellanosa
Not as sweet as my blood sugar.
I prefer the violet variety, which
is a more ardent listener, than light
yellows and oranges, to the boil’s
softening songs.
Soil is one of my mind’s recurring
motifs of generosity. Water floods
the blue deep space with minerals,
root crops like sponges. Trees share
nutrients. Mud on hands eloquent
with care. In time the kitchen air
warms joy. I’ll nourish my reverent
spirit before roosters and birds
soften the dawn with sonnets.
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Jonel Abellanosa lives in Cebu City, the Philippines. He is a nature lover, an environmental advocate, and loves all animals particularly dogs. His poetry collections include, Meditations (Alien Buddha Press), Songs from My Mind’s Tree and Multiverse (Clare Songbirds Publishing House), 50 Acrostic Poems, (Cyberwit, India), In the Donald’s Time (Poetic Justice Books and Art), and his speculative poetry collection, Pan’s Saxophone (Weasel Press). He loves to self-study the sciences.
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